Chapter 6: An Alchemist Must Not Take Pleasure in Torturing Patients...
Dozens of densely packed consultation guidelines indicated that this consultation room had quite a history.
Su Xiao sat on a seat in the corner, leaning against the window. Baha began clearing the infusion bottles from the metal infusion stand. Su Xiao had no need for such primitive treatment instruments.
Based on the previous prompts, Su Xiao learned that when treating a patient, the more hidden injuries the patient's body had, the more reputation he would gain after treatment. The exact extent of this was still unknown.
Simply put, the more severe the injury, the bigger the client. A patient limping in was a valued guest, one in a wheelchair was a VIP, and one carried in was a supreme diamond VIP.
Su Xiao glanced at the time. It was only eight in the morning, so there probably wouldn't be many patients. He was about to take out his deathmatch terminal when a patient walked in.
This patient was about two and a half meters tall, a burly, rough-looking man who exuded a sense of pressure, but he limped in as he walked.
Seeing this, Su Xiao's eyes lit up. Baha quickly spoke up, "Brother, have a seat over here."
The burly man's originally relaxed mood turned anxious the moment he sat down in the chair opposite Su Xiao.
The Eye of All Things floated behind Su Xiao, beginning to scan the burly man's information. After a moment, he learned the general situation. The man's maximum health had dropped from 100% to 87.9%, which showed just how many hidden injuries had accumulated in his body.
Su Xiao gradually furrowed his brow as he pondered the treatment method. Because Su Xiao wasn't wearing a hood, his changing expression was clearly visible to the burly man. As Su Xiao frowned, the man's expression grew more and more solemn. He wanted to ask, 'Doctor, is there still hope for me?' but was afraid of disturbing Su Xiao's diagnosis.
"The accumulated injuries in your body are quite serious."
Su Xiao had phrased it relatively euphemistically. He was quite surprised that this burly man could still come to the consultation on his own, rather than being carried in or having to choose a new life to reincarnate into.
"How serious is it? Doctor, you have to save me. My son is only five years old. I want to watch him grow up. As for the gold coins..."
The burly man's tone was urgent. Although he hadn't gone out 'hunting' for a long time, his physical condition was deteriorating. He didn't expect much—just to be able to watch his son grow up. Whether his combat power could recover was no longer that important to him.
"It's not a problem of gold coins."
"Then..."
"Your condition is very serious. You need a major... you need surgery."
"!"
The burly man inexplicably shuddered. His instincts began to frantically warn him: Danger!